Page 51 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

He carries me over to the other side of the room, where there's a large leather sofa.

He lowers to sit with me and sets me down, but my legs are still loosely around him.

We continue to kiss hard and searching, making out, and I think of how many hours I fantasized about doing just this with him.

Suddenly his kisses become more sensual and almost personal like he can tell what I'm thinking.

He wanted to taste me, but I wanted to taste him too, and I am.

He pulls out of the kiss but smooths his hand up to my cheek.

“Bellezza, le tue labbra sono state fatte per me," he says, telling me in Italian that my lips were made for him.

“Forse lo erano,” I tell him maybe they were and giggle when he brushes the underside of my jaw.

“Fucking maybe, again, Duchess? Don’t make me jealous of my best friend. You gave him a yes last night. I want a yes from you too.” He gives me a wolfish grin.

"Yes," I say, and we kiss again.

This time the kiss feels more hungry, and when his tongue tangles with mine, pleasure explodes in my soul. My body melts against his, and his fingers trail up my side to cup my breasts.

His untamed touch awakens everything I need, and I welcome his fingers as he caresses me.

He’s gentle as he touches me, squeezing me softly as we kiss and catching my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger through the fabric of my dress.

He pulls out of the kiss to look down at my breasts, and I savor the way he touches and looks at me.

“Show me,” he says, playing with both my nipples.

I straighten up, and he pauses his play as I pull down the top of my dress and the cup of my bra at the same time.

My left breast pops out, and he lowers to suck it.

It's nothing like when Peter did it. Georgiou sucks me like he wants to taste my body.

He holds me like I'm important, and he wants me.

With a quick snap of my bra, he tugs down my dress and takes off my bra then starts sucking my other breast.

“Lie back. We’ll play around until Henry gets here.”

“Okay.”

With my dress around my waist, I lie back against the arm of the sofa and allow him to continue sucking my breasts while petting the skin between my thighs.

I moan as he alternates between breasts and alternates between sucking hard and soft.

Each flick of his tongue over my nipples leaves them tighter with need and painful than the last stroke.

We stay like that for a long time, and I enjoy his feast on me.

He doesn't stop when the door clicks open, but my awareness returns, and I glance toward the door to see Henry coming in with a bright smile on his face.

"Greedy bastard," Henry taunts, and that's when Georgiou looks up at him. "I said you could kiss her."

“You never said where,” Georgiou replies with a cocky smirk. “Or that I couldn’t suck her tits.”

He makes a show of sucking my breasts again, and I'm so surprised by the dynamics of their relationship.

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